Imagine it is 2030.

You, your significant other, and your two kids are all sitting around talking about the old days. You and your SO start talking about specific people who were in your life while you were a teenager.

You grew up in different towns, so the stories are very fascinating to you and your kids. You tell funny, embarrassing and stupid stories back and forth.

Finally, your SO walks out of the room only to come back with their high school yearbook.

While going through the yearbook, your SO points out memorable teachers, friends and favorite activities. After going through almost the entire book, your kids ask you to go get your yearbook so they can see your high school life.

Your smile disappears.

You didn’t buy a high school yearbook.

You never thought you would be in this situation where you actually would want your yearbook. You lie to your family and say that it has been lost over the years.

Inside it crushes you that you can’t show your kids all your high school memories.

You wish that back in 2019 that you would’ve went online to yearbookordercenter.com or to the finance office in school and paid the $55 by the deadline of Feb. 1.